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Dear the worst of me,   Greed... Why are you here? I didn't need all these tears. I didn't need you when i was younger
I Don't Know Where I Am  But I See These Human Figures However They Have No Details, Just Figures  Some Are White, I Get The Feeling That They Are Pure There Are Others Who Are Dark, Demons Maybe 
           1 Here I lie Outside, the breezes softly blow Once upon a time, I ruled the world
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